Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.